You draw the tender, expressive, sculptural bulges of your knees after your empty exams: you sit contemplating and grieving, forgetting all your trite, misguided blunder and mistakes in the classroom — halfway through waterfalls from the emptied craters of your eyes. Before he swallows, swallows, and chews guilt and idyllic doubt, "Did I do everything for the goal?"
- Just think for a minute, because with your piercing eyes you can see around you, a deceptive world of interest, where anonymous mechanics shape your already written and posted Fate, all the appearing and untargeted targeting, space and wrangling, all the important and silenced, wounded words. , which the thoughtless way has cut into each other's breakable heads.
The emotion, desire, and movement that has accumulated in each of your biological members - your present moment has been destroyed impersonally, and the involuntary gulling of danger pervades day by day. You despise into a precious prey of carnivores, meat marchers, if you just don’t take care of yourself. Your future will carve a gallows for you, and as your enthusiastic executioner you can hardly wait to hang it, and as someone who has been spat on from afar, your life will gradually move to a well-deserved bed. You would beg for goodness and forgiveness if you were from whom!
The journey of delusions into unexpected hell has long tormented you, and hope also blindly gropes its scarce and poor possibilities; everyone is terrified and shivering by the unknown: Some hide their secret, while others consciously hide their fears - You know your selfless truth alone, and while you work and help others daily, the overwhelming loneliness consciousness carves a coffin over your life: You know, you can't trust nobody!
